In this book, I collected some of them to put them in your hands... because what happened to me or to one of the heroes of these thoughts also happened to you in one way or another...
Laughter, happiness, optimism, sadness and tears..
These feelings will touch you within the folds of this book, and you will see a reflection of a feeling
We have always thought about it, but we have not been able to express it in the form of words that ears can hear.
Her refuge was these papers so that hearts could see them before eyes.
There are happy endings, some are sad, and some of them I leave the pen to you to create an ending inspired by your own imagination.
You are also the hero of a story that you live and you are free to choose an ending that suits you
A social situation that the young people were fed up with... or a strange behavior that appeared among them...
Perhaps a feeling that has stood in the way of our lives... Bells ringing the holes of attention, waving at us with an icy hand...
Either it will dissolve before we notice it, or we will dissolve before we understand its purpose.
Here we stop and give it our minds... for you and perhaps for those after you
وقاطعها صوت ارتطام كف يد أمها بخدها. الأم: اصمتي… فقط اصمتي. عمَّ الصمت الأجواء ولم يتبق سوى صوت شهيقهما، والدموع التي تنساب على خديهما، ورائحة الدماء.
The idea around which this book revolves is the necessity of integration between economic development and administrative reforms to achieve the goal of achieving the desired economic sustainability of the United Arab Emirates. One hand cannot clap and a building cannot be erected if one hand builds and the other holds a pickaxe and demolishes what the first hand built.
Between a complex reality and an unattainable dream... between the eternal wheel of time and patience that is about to run out.
. You stand with your hands folded, exhausted with strength, with your eyes closed, barely listening to the groans of those lost in the darkness of existence, shackled in the desolation of the universe, immersed in the depths of confusion. Your eyes move inside two confused eyeballs, and your tears shed slowly... and soon they meet the heat of your body... and dry up in moments. Your heart stops speaking the truth, unable to describe people who are squeezing pain with every sigh, and floundering between false truths and consciences destroyed by the disappointments of fate. A world in which tones mix with screams, and eyes shine with their paleness, searching for a safe haven that resembles the paradise of eternity... evading brutally stabbing glances, and silence surrounded by explosive cords... You are still here, feeling the way to reach clarity of mind and purity of memory, selecting from your mind what makes you steal away... Life is a smile, and from the paintings is a drawing, and from the wooden shelves is a book called “Love.” It is the messy word in the minds of lovers. Decades have passed like summer clouds and none of them understood its complete truth. The love that sweeps through your body in three seconds, controlling the entire control panel of your head... to guide you to... A complete relationship guides you to marriage... to taking responsibility, understanding feelings, enduring problems, and making sacrifices.
